A beautiful story has got its own two sides.

An ethereal and restful night
It seems
For me and you on the other side .
All I can hear is the zephyr
And I see a haze
So faint yet so pacific .
As you slowly slip into tranquility
I here, hum a sad tune
A winsome lullaby to you
On the other side.
While you are in a peaceful slumber
I here spent sleepless nights
Counting the stars on this moonlit sky .
It feels so hard to , but I have to.
The story seems so beautifully woven together
But we are drifted apart in so many ways
And my soul seem to not find yours
On the other side.



© Sleepy bear is wide asleep